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LandSnail of Flourish
Aug. 11th, 2025 08:04 pmFeeling suboptimal the last couple of days: exasperating back ache, the usual stomach trouble, not sleeping well, tired of this weather. And so forth. Very grumpy. I had to take a nap today, so I didn't get a lot done. Last night, I didn't want to cook and requested takeout instead. So today, we're still eating takeout and leftovers. I have to pull myself together this week so I can pack sensibly for a week in a cabin. I took some ibuprofen for the backache, and in a gesture of gratuitous futility, pulled out my little step and did some indoor exercise.
We're into the phase of Flourish now, though I don't see how, because the drought continues, and nothing is flourishing except the weeds. I give the knotweed the stinkeye every day, but it shows no signs of dying so far. This reminds me of William Blake's bitter little poem, "A Poison Tree," of which the last lines are "And in the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree." In this case, my foe being herbaceous only. I'm sad that sunset now happens before nine o'clock again. The days begin to shrink rapidly about now. Cicadas are shrilling in the trees. I regret to say that's all I've got for now.
We're into the phase of Flourish now, though I don't see how, because the drought continues, and nothing is flourishing except the weeds. I give the knotweed the stinkeye every day, but it shows no signs of dying so far. This reminds me of William Blake's bitter little poem, "A Poison Tree," of which the last lines are "And in the morning glad I see; My foe outstretched beneath the tree." In this case, my foe being herbaceous only. I'm sad that sunset now happens before nine o'clock again. The days begin to shrink rapidly about now. Cicadas are shrilling in the trees. I regret to say that's all I've got for now.
